Page 60 of Sweetest Temptation
The way she said it had me grinning. “Yeah, I bet you can.”
“Lord, y’all acting like horny teenagers,” Jamila said, standing up. “Let me get out of here before I become a witness to something I don’t need to see. Thanks, Zanova, for squeezing me in on such short notice. I know my baby is going to love her cake!”
“No problem. I’m happy to do it. And thanks for choosing Zanova’s Tasty Treats!” Zanova said, her smile warm but a little tight.
“It’s my pleasure,” Jamila said, heading toward the door. Then she paused, spinning back toward us. “Oh, and since I got both of you here, every launch from Fuego Azul, we do a promotional photo shoot. I was thinking that since this one’s a collaboration with you, maybe we could do a shoot with both of you.”
Zanova hesitated, glancing at me before shifting her eyes back to Jamila. “Uh, let me think about that one.”
“No pressure. The shoot is in two weeks.”
“Okay. I’ll let you know before then.”
“Great!”
I walked Jamila out to her car before heading back inside. I got to Zanova’s office, and she was standing in front of her desk, placing the covers back on samples of frosting she’d set out for my niece's cake. I closed and locked the door, stepping behind her. I slid my hands around her waist and scooped her up in one smooth motion, setting her gently on top of her desk. She spread her legs to accommodate me.
“Samir!” she gasped, half laughing, half pretending to be mad. Her hands went to my chest, but she didn’t push me away. Instead, she giggled. “What are you doing?”
“You already know what I’m doing. I miss my girl.”
“No, Samir. Not here.” Her mouth was saying one thing, but the scent of her arousal was telling me another.
“Just let me taste it, baby.”
My hands made their way up her thighs. They were so smooth like butter. She held onto my shoulders and lifted so I could raise her skirt over her ass, as I kissed her hungrily. Pulling her panties down her legs, I tossed them over my head. I laid her flat on her desk, causing papers to fall onto the floor, but neither of us cared.
“Lay back and spread your legs.”
She did as I requested, giving me a perfect view of her pretty, wet pussy. Her cream had already formed at her hole. I reached for the butter cream next to her. Her eyes watched me as I opened the top, dipped my middle finger into it, and pulled some back out.
“I want to see if you are as sweet as this butter cream.”
“You are so nasty, Samir.” She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust. “But I love it.”
“I know you do. Now spread that pussy, baby. I don’t want nothing in my way while I’m eating my lunch.” She did as shewas told, as I nodded, seeing her clit come into view. “Yeah… Just like that.”
After smearing the butter cream on her lower lips, I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting both her and the sweet cream. I circled my tongue around her clit before taking it into my mouth. I looked up and continued slurping on her middle as our eyes locked. Hers were low, damn near closed.
“Nah, keep those eyes open, Nova baby. Watch me eat this pussy.”
I slipped a finger inside of her and began fucking her with it. She was so wet that her juices were running down my hand.
“Mmm! That feels so good, Samir.” Moaning, she gripped my wrist, driving my finger deeper inside her as she rotated her hips. “Shit! I’m about to come!”
Her yelling out her release had me dropping my sweats. I pulled my dick out and pushed inside, hard and deep. I began pounding her shit out the frame, knocking the remaining papers off her desk.
“Fuck me harder, baby!”
I placed her legs over my shoulders, spreading her ass cheeks, and pounded her pussy. I grunted, feeling how sloppy her pussy was. Zanova had that Super Soaker. No matter how many times I hit, her shit got wetter every time.
“This gon’ be a quick one, baby. I can’t hold this shit! Ahhhh!” I roared as I came so hard that my head felt light, and a nigga saw fucking stars.
I let my head fall onto her chest as I tried to catch my breath with my dick twitching inside of her. “This pussy is going to put me in an early grave.”
“At least you’ll die a happy man,” she said, and that made me laugh.
It had been a week since I last saw Samir, and I was missing him more than I cared to admit. He’d gone out of town for a business trip, and even though we talked every day, the phone calls weren’t enough. His voice could make me smile, but it didn’t fill the quiet like when he was actually here.
